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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Gories,
Flipper,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cameo,
OOIOO,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.