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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Second Layer,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Bauhaus,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.