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 Chad and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Audionom,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Pole,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.