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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rapeman 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Aswad,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy Collins,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fear,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.