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 Palau and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Minor Threat,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.