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 South Sudan 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the grime 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Grass Roots,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Television,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
Q65,
New York Dolls,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.