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 Azerbaijan and from London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.