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 St Lucia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Skatalites,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
the Swans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.