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 Marshall Islands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the techno 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
Organ,
Lower 48,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Visage,
CMW,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
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.