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 Brunei and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
UT,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Technova,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warsaw,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.