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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
MC5,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Mr. Review,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Fear,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Scan 7,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.