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 Argentina 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Trojans,
Loose Ends,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lindisfarne,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
Angry Samoans,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Adolescents,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.