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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Boredoms,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
New Order,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.