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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alton Ellis to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
The Red Krayola,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.