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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Von Mondo 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Excepter,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.