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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
Crime,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
The Gun Club,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.