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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Zapp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.