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 Uganda and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 KRS-One 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Bananas,
Swell Maps,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
The Zeros,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Faust,
ABC,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.