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 Venezuela and from Philadelphia.
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 Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Sparks,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Yaz,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.