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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
In Retrospect,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Suburban Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.