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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Hood,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.