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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Schoolly D,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bush Tetras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
The Barracudas,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nirvana,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.