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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Stereo Dub 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
The New Christs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Andrew Hill,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Echospace,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.