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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
DNA,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Mr. Review,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Model 500,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.