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 Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Eric Dolphy,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.