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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Leaves,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Au Pairs,
Smog,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rapeman,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.