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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Ten City to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.