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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Ten City,
Quantec,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Leaves,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.