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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
B.T. Express,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deakin,
Mars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Gong,
Roxette,
Maurizio,
The Gun Club,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.