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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Cheater Slicks,
Boredoms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Association,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.