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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sight & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Joensuu 1685,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.