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 Barbados and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.