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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Glenn Branca to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.