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 East Timor and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Max Romeo,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.