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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Flash Fearless to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Crime,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Joyce Sims,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
the Human League,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.