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 United States and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Associates,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Symarip,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Anakelly,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.