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 Korea North and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
the Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
The Moody Blues,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.