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 Comoros and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Soft Cell,
John Holt,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Jerry's Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
Accadde A,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dead C,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.