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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
The Busters,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.