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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultimate Spinach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Stiv Bators,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
10cc,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.