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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.