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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Andrew Hill,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
New Order,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
AZ,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.