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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Arab on Radar,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
The Motions,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.