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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
the Germs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Index,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Letta Mbulu,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.