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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Q65 to the rap 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Pole,
the Germs,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.