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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Wire,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Scion,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Seeds,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.