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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
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 rhodes 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Cymande,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.