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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brass Construction,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.