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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
Crime,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Reagan Youth,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
The Wake,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.