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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Isaac Hayes,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Detroit Cobras,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
The Gladiators,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.