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 Canada and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Symarip,
X-102,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deepchord,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Dawn Penn,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.