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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Crime,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
The Gories,
Schoolly D,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.