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 China 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Dual Sessions,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
Nirvana,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.