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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Lalann,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
June Days,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Tomorrow,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.