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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.