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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Görl,
Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.