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 Mali and from Houston.
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 Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
June of 44,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiopuhelimet,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oneida,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.