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 Armenia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Camberwell Now to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
John Foxx,
Johnny Clarke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Nas,
DNA,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Ohio Players,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.