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 Zambia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Remains to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Cecil Taylor,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Crash Course in Science,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
David Bowie,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.