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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Smog,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The Saints,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
cv313,
Sonic Youth,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.