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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
Guru Guru,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.