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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Kayak,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.