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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 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 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 Isaac Hayes to the disco 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Masters at Work,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Liliput,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
MDC,
Aswad,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Whodini,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.