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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Moss Icon,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Alton Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.