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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Fear,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon,
Slick Rick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Zapp,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Y Pants,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.