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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Qualms,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.