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 China and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Carl Craig,
Warsaw,
Scion,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.