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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Scion,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.