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 Lithuania and from London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Talk Talk to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Siglo XX,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.