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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Green,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.