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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
Henry Cow,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.