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 Philippines and from Madrid.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
Monks,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.