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 Palau and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pussy Galore,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.