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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 F. McDonald 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.