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 Tajikistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 John Holt to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Kaleidoscope,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Subhumans,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.