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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Yazoo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.