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 Mauritius and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Moss Icon,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
Circle Jerks,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Nas,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.