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 Tajikistan and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.