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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
The Monks,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül II,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
The Star Department,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
June of 44,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.