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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Nik Kershaw,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.