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 Congo and from London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Arab on Radar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doors,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
Magma,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.