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 France and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
The Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.