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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Procol Harum to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.