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 Senegal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Henry Cow,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Altered Images,
Gang of Four,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.