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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Harmonia,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mantronix,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Motions,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.