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 Palau 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Black Dice to the grime 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Ituana,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Star Department,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
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You don't know what you really want.
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