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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Simply Red to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Tres Demented,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.