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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Babytalk,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.