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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Magma,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Mars,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
T. Rex,
10cc,
Monks,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Big Daddy Kane,
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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.