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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Joensuu 1685,
Frankie Knuckles,
Goldenarms,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dual Sessions,
F. McDonald,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Make Up,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.