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 Australia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the dance 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Country Teasers,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.