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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Camouflage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
The Move,
the Sonics,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.