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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magma to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.