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 Mozambique and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Dave Gahan,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Black Bananas,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.