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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Magma to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Niagra,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bootsy Collins,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.