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 Zambia and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Stiv Bators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-102,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.