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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Invisible to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Suicide,
John Holt,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.