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 Togo 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Mark Hollis,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Sixth Finger,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scan 7,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Gabor Szabo,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Gories,
Don Cherry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.