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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
CMW,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.