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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Camberwell Now,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Mars,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.