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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hot Snakes,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
Trumans Water,
Funkadelic,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.