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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.