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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the funk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Au Pairs,
Harpers Bizarre,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.