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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Motions to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.