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 Kiribati and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
The Standells,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Big Daddy Kane,
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.