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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Arcadia,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Althea and Donna,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.