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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Brick,
10cc,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warsaw,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Can,
Lower 48,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.