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 Philippines and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
AZ,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Silicon Teens,
Radio Birdman,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
the Normal,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.