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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neu! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
Sun City Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Maurizio,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Scion,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.