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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
John Holt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
B.T. Express,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Basic Channel,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.