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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scrapy,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Television,
Eddi Front,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.