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 Nicaragua 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hot Snakes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
the Normal,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül II,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Aswad,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
the Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.