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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Parry Music,
New Order,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.