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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Ronan,
Alphaville,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Suburban Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
The Index,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.