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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Fear,
Can,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.