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 South Africa 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.