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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Simply Red,
Rod Modell,
Schoolly D,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
The United States of America,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Nico,
Brand Nubian,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lindisfarne,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.