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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Darondo,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.