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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Teasers,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Yaz,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.