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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
The Divine Comedy,
New Age Steppers,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
the Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.