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 Ethiopia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Excepter,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.