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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 marimba 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MDC,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.