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 Bolivia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 güiro 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Slave,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
Surgeon,
Minnie Riperton,
Freddie Wadling,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.