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 Nauru and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Quantec to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Chris Corsano,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Victims,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.