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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Television,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.