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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Star Department to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.