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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.