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 Botswana and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
DJ Style,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Harmonia,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Popol Vuh,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Don Cherry,
Magma,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.