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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
The Cure,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.