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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Moebius,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Newcleus,
Organ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Hashim,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.