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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Black Flag,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.