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 Liechtenstein and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Leaves,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.