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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Cymande to the grime 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
The Doors,
Camberwell Now,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.