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 Kenya and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 DJ Style to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
Von Mondo,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Bobby Byrd,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.