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 Niger 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Saccharine Trust,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Animal Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.