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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Derrick May 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Arthur Verocai,
Procol Harum,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Crime,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.