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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra,
Harmonia,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.