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 Netherlands and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
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 guitar 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 The Martian to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.