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 Yemen and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Audionom,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Neu!,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.