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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Rufus Thomas,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
John Holt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.