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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Unwound,
Minny Pops,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.