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 Afghanistan and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.