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 Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Franke,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
June Days,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.