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 South Sudan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Scratch Acid to the techno 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.