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 Thailand and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
H. Thieme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Unwound,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.