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 Estonia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Zero Boys,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Rekid,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.