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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Essential Logic to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Procol Harum,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Monks,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.