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 Brunei and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
Niagra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.