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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
The Blues Magoos,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gabor Szabo,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
The Saints,
Suicide,
New Order,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.