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 Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 The Gun Club to the disco 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.