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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.