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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Qualms,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
Warsaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
T. Rex,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Loose Ends,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mummies,
Flipper,
The Seeds,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.