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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Sugar Minott,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
The Names,
Television,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.