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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Quantec,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Slave,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Visage,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Make Up,
Japan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Average White Band,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.