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 Samoa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.