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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.