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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Main Source,
June Days,
Niagra,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.