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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Inner City to the grime 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.