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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bad Manners,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Aural Exciters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.