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 Tunisia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erykah Badu,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Pussy Galore,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Average White Band,
The Misunderstood,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Pylon,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
the Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.