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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Oblivians,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.