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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
ABBA,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Lucky Dragons,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Talk Talk,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.