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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Fear,
The Selecter,
Malaria!,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Judy Mowatt,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Joyce Sims,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Main Source,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.