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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grime 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.