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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.