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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Japan,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Durutti Column,
The Knickerbockers,
Joensuu 1685,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.