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 Grenada and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the jazz 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Bill Near,
Black Bananas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.