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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.