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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Cluster,
Smog,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
the Soft Cell,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Franke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Urselle,
MC5,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Technova,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.