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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
The Smiths,
Magma,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
Hot Snakes,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Wire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Connie Case,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.