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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
E-Dancer,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.