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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Grass Roots,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
The Fall,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
The Busters,
Severed Heads,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.