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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Gabor Szabo 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.