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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Subhumans,
Colin Newman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Can,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Skaos,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.