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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cameo,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.