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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 linndrum 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Pulsallama,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zero Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Seeds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mark Hollis,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Five Americans,
Quantec,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
The Star Department,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.