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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Monolake,
Fela Kuti,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Leaves,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.