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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Inner City,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.