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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
The Neon Judgement,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Lyres,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.