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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Das Ding to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
The Smiths,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Order,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
PIL,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.