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 Belarus and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Fela Kuti,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
ABC,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.