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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Khruangbin,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.