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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Kerrie Biddell to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Gang Starr,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Index,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-102,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.