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 Mali and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drive Like Jehu,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Parry Music,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Urselle,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.