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 Mali and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 spring reverb 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Kurtis Blow,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.