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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacques Brel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Accadde A,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Interpol,
Alton Ellis,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.