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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
ABBA,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
the Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.