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 Vanuatu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the funk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Be Bop Deluxe,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Nirvana,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
the Swans,
the Association,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.