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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Leaves to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Quando Quango,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.