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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Scan 7 to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bluetip,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.