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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Thompson Twins 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
R.M.O.,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Blake Baxter,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Subhumans,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.