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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
10cc,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.