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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Moebius,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Swell Maps,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
Half Japanese,
Matthew Halsall,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Thompson Twins,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Fugazi,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Skriet,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Little Man,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.