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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Organ,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Oblivians,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Cameo,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.