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 South Africa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Deakin to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.