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 Korea South and from Salvador.
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 Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.