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 Greece and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Harpers Bizarre,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Rakim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.