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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Brick,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Eurythmics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.