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 Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Crash Course in Science,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Deepchord,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young,
Grey Daturas,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.