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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
The Misunderstood,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Pylon,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
The Fire Engines,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
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.