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 Tunisia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Y Pants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Qualms,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Delta 5,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.