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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flipper to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Shoche,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Main Source,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
This Heat,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.