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 Mali and from Milan.
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 Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Pagans,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Excepter,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Quantec,
Wire,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lindisfarne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ornette Coleman,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
The Move,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.