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 Chile and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
X-101,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oblivians,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.