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 Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Rekid to the disco 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Jandek,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.