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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Surgeon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.