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 Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
The Fugs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Clarke,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.