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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Moby Grape to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Eric Copeland,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Steve Hackett,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner 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.