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 Korea North and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Ultra Naté,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Average White Band,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.