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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Ten City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.