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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
Sam Rivers,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Busters,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Television Personalities,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.