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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brick,
Index,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
X-102,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Nico,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
The Seeds,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.