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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Model 500 to the grime 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
The Monks,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Rakim,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
X-102,
Smog,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
The Human League,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.