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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
UT,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.