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 San Marino and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
The Tremeloes,
Schoolly D,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
D'Angelo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Rosa Yemen,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.