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 Haiti and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
The Real Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.