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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Arcadia,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Deadbeat,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Stiv Bators,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Boredoms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.