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 Qatar and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Young Rascals to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Alarm Clocks,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Von Mondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Toasters,
Erykah Badu,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Pole,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.