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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.