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 Mauritius and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Surgeon,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
Rekid,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.