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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Simply Red to the disco 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.