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 Namibia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marvin Gaye to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
L. Decosne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Television,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.