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 Chile and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Martian,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Adolescents,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.