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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Dorothy Ashby,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Crime,
PIL,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.