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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Alison Limerick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Godley & Creme,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Josef K,
MDC,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Q65,
Deepchord,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.