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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Barbara Tucker to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Motorama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.