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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
DNA,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Flash Fearless,
Skriet,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.