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 United States and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the techno 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.