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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Rites of Spring,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.