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 China and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
The Associates,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Sparks,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
The Slits,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Marine Girls,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.