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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Dorothy Ashby to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.