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 Burundi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Half Japanese to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.