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 Russia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warsaw,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Excepter,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.