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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Gabor Szabo to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oneida,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Rekid,
John Holt,
The Wake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Names,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.