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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Fat Boys,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Visage,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erasure,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.