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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
Technova,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stiv Bators,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.