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 Iceland and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Crash Course in Science,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.