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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sound,
Cybotron,
Graham Central Station,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The American Breed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rosa Yemen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.