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 Mauritius and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Main Source to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Sun City Girls,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
Henry Cow,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
The Saints,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.