Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The American Breed to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
The Smiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.