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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group 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?
Hot Snakes,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Tremeloes,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.