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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
the Soft Cell,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vainqueur,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.