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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Morten Harket,
Alison Limerick,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bizarre Inc.,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
JFA,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.