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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
Rotary Connection,
The Velvet Underground,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Magma,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Symarip,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.