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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Wings,
UT,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
E-Dancer,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Infiniti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.