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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Ultra Naté to the funk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
D'Angelo,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
New York Dolls,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.