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 Kenya 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Scrapy,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Vladislav Delay,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.