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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the rap 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Bang On A Can,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.