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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Mummies to the dance 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Television,
Japan,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
the Association,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.