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 Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
DNA,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.