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 Guinea and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fad Gadget to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Offenders,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Television,
Gong,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.