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 Netherlands and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Crash Course in Science,
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
June Days,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.