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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
The Associates,
New Order,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter & Gordon,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.