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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Desert Stars 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kayak,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Cluster,
Wire,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.