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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 The Moody Blues to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
E-Dancer,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Crime,
ABC,
Sugar Minott,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.