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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zeros to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
John Cale,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.