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 Rwanda 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shoche to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
X-101,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.