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 Cameroon and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 808 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Davy DMX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pagans,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.