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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rap 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Ossler,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Davy DMX,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.