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 Hungary and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Organ,
X-102,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Gong,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lakeside,
Nirvana,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.