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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Kerri Chandler,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.