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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Ludus,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
Slave,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.