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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Tommy Roe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Mars,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
DJ Sneak,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
R.M.O.,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.