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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
ABC,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.