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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Zapp,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.