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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Bananas,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Mr. Review,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Sound,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.