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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Grass Roots,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Ohio Players,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
John Lydon,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.