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 Somalia and from London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee,
PIL,
K-Klass,
F. McDonald,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Crime,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Last Poets,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.