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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aswad to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Niagra,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Ohio Players,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
The Sound,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.