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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Cheater Slicks,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
X-102,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.