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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Remains,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Cowsills,
The Smiths,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.