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 Cameroon and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
U.S. Maple,
The Vogues,
The Selecter,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Nico,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
10cc,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.