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 Macedonia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Wire,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.