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 Ghana and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.