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 Australia and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Index,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Scion,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.