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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Skarface,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Order,
Talk Talk,
Bronski Beat,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Mr. Review,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.