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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Aswad,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Letta Mbulu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
Cluster,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Techniques,
Nation of Ulysses,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Urselle,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.