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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Babytalk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Five Americans,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.