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 Monaco and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Pere Ubu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blake Baxter,
Arcadia,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
The Wake,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boredoms,
CMW,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
X-102,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.