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 Mexico and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visage,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Gang Green,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.