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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Supertramp to the rock 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Brick,
Slave,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Index,
The Associates,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Main Source,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.