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 Tunisia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Black Sheep to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The J.B.'s,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Quadrant,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.