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 Guinea and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
Amazonics,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
Soft Machine,
Zapp,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.