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 Mozambique and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
The Move,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
New Order,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rakim,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.