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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Visage,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Animal Collective,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
the Association,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
the Normal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Vogues,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
The Divine Comedy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.