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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Fugazi,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Outsiders,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.