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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sandy B to the funk 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Quantec,
Magma,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.