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 Barbados and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pylon,
Excepter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Swans,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Fear,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Altered Images,
Half Japanese,
Josef K,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.