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 France and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Second Layer,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Idris Muhammad,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Roxette,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Hill,
Lower 48,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.