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 Suriname and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Slave,
Fluxion,
The Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Flipper,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Camberwell Now,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.