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 Malawi 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Au Pairs,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Model 500,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Parry Music,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.