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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.