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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
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 organ 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
One Last Wish,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
H. Thieme,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Cameo,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Mars,
Can,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.