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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Fela Kuti,
Terry Callier,
Aaron Thompson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
ABBA,
ABC,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.