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 Grenada and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Fear,
Chrome,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Monks,
the Germs,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Ultra Naté,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.