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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marmalade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Supertramp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.