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 India and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Blossom Toes,
Magazine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Vladislav Delay,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.