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 Nauru and from London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Gories,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Derrick May,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
10cc,
ABBA,
Jeff Mills,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.