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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 the Association to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The Human League,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Faust,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.