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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Smoke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Rakim,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.