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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Age Steppers,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
CMW,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
MC5,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.