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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brick 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Near,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minor Threat,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Pussy Galore,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.