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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dawn Penn,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Iggy Pop,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Deakin,
Audionom,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Loose Ends,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.