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 Niger and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
X-102,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.