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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies 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?
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
New Order,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Minutemen,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.