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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
PIL,
Cameo,
DJ Style,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Bush Tetras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.