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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
Harry Pussy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.