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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marc Almond,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.