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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yellowson,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Henry Cow,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.