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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
The Birthday Party,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
The Index,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
The Motions,
Lungfish,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.