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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Smoke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.