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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
The Associates,
June Days,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Alphaville,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.