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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
Nick Fraelich,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.