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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Television Personalities,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Q65,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Brand Nubian,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.