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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Liliput,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.