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 Uzbekistan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mo-Dettes to the rap 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Organ,
The Count Five,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.