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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Technova,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.