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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Fear to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Freddie Wadling,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
Visage,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
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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.