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 Djibouti and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Wire,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swell Maps,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Delta 5,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.