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 Afghanistan 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
Arcadia,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Aswad,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Piero Umiliani,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Audionom,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.