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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Bobby Womack,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Shoche,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.