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 Sweden and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Yazoo,
PIL,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cameo,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.