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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
X-102,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
MC5,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
the Bar-Kays,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Pop Group,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.