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 Liberia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Sam Rivers to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Main Source,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
U.S. Maple,
The Associates,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Faust,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Deepchord,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.