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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Fat Boys,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
China Crisis,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Japan,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.