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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Depeche Mode to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Desert Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Kinks,
Pantaleimon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Bill Near,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
The Motions,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.