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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane 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?
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Sonic Youth,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.