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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 John Coltrane to the jazz 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Fear,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.