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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Angry Samoans,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ronan,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.