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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Toasters to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Hot Snakes,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
The Remains,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
David Axelrod,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.