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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Görl,
Ten City,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
The Names,
Maurizio,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Scan 7,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.