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 Argentina and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Charles Mingus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.