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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
cv313,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
John Cale,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Magma,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Index,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.