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 Nepal and from London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.