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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sandy B,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Eve St. Jones,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.