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 Namibia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter to the funk 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Index,
The Martian,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Bauhaus,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.