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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Barclay James Harvest,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Associates,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.