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 New Zealand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 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 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.