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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Television,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.