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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Nirvana,
MDC,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
Funkadelic,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.