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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dead Boys,
The Cramps,
Rakim,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cymande,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.