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 Canada 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Sound to the dance 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls 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?
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skaos,
Fear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Althea and Donna,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.