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 Benin and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
Ossler,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Sex Pistols,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Stetsasonic,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
DNA,
Nas,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slits,
June of 44,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.