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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Con Funk Shun,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.