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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
DNA,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.