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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blake Baxter 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
10cc,
Skriet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
China Crisis,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
June Days,
Sparks,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.