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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minnie Riperton,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
Yaz,
Eric Copeland,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.