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 Algeria and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
R.M.O.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Average White Band,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.