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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
X-102,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
cv313,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Mantronix,
Quantec,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.