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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Toasters,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Gang Starr,
The Invisible,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Connie Case,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.