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 El Salvador and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
Deadbeat,
Joyce Sims,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.