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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Black Flag,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
The Searchers,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
OOIOO,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.