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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 The Happenings to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Organ,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.