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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Quando Quango,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
The Dead C,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.