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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Michelle Simonal,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Cymande,
Whodini,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.