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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 10cc to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Sister Nancy,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Minor Threat,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Lynne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Terry Callier,
Chris Corsano,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.