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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
8 Eyed Spy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Real Kids,
Carl Craig,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Smog,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.