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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Little Man,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Busters,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Motions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Audionom,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Q65,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.