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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Litter,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
Pagans,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Juan Atkins,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.