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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer 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?
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Sound Behaviour,
kango's stein massive,
Adolescents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
X-102,
Ronan,
Marine Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Black Flag,
Kevin Saunderson,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.