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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Techniques,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.