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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Royal Trux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Section 25,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.