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 Bolivia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
Cluster,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.