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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Arab on Radar to the electroclash 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Fugazi,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Faust,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Byron Stingily,
Yellowson,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.