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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Roxette,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.