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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
Organ,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Japan,
Slave,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
MDC,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
The Residents,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.