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 Chad and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
The Skatalites,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.