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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Theoretical Girls to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Fear,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
Godley & Creme,
Pussy Galore,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lower 48,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Slave,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.