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 Malaysia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kayak,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Davy DMX,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.