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 Barbados and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Tom Boy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Wasted Youth,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Television,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Lungfish,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.