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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Connie Case,
Minor Threat,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Sonics,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.