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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
DNA,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Sparks,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.