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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Zero Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Organ,
The Sound,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Shoche,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.