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 Algeria and from Milan.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Matthew Halsall,
Yaz,
Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.