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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
The Buckinghams,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker,
Roy Ayers,
Nico,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.