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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arthur Verocai to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ossler,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
PIL,
Audionom,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.