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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.