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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.