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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the rap 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Al Stewart,
Little Man,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
Agent Orange,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Wally Richardson,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.