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 Fiji and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Ossler,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.