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 Tajikistan and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Joy Division to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese,
Spandau Ballet,
T.S.O.L.,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.