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 Colombia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marmalade,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Bowie,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Accadde A,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.