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 Korea South and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Goldenarms,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
Tres Demented,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Grass Roots,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.