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 Libya and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 808 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.