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 Haiti 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Skarface,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.