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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
The Moleskins,
Rites of Spring,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Intrusion,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.