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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Trojans to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Colin Newman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.