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 France and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
X-101,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Charles Mingus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.