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 China and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Raincoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Cymande,
the Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
K-Klass,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blancmange,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Severed Heads,
Cameo,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Make Up,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.