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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
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 Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tears for Fears,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Toasters,
Guru Guru,
Crime,
Severed Heads,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.