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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Procol Harum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T.S.O.L.,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.