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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Audionom,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Mars,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.