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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Scrapy to the grime 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Main Source,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Pylon,
Malaria!,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Whodini,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.