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 Iran and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.