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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aswad to the punk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
Depeche Mode,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Howard Jones,
Agitation Free,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
The Evens,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.