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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto 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 808 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 Juan Atkins 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cal Tjader,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
the Association,
Quantec,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.