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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Pus,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
The Moody Blues,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.