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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
48th St. Collective,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Darondo,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Minutemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.