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 Sri Lanka and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Germs,
Godley & Creme,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.