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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Erasure 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
X-101,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.