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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
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 Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mummies,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Pulsallama,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.