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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.