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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Eden Ahbez,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Skaos,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Technova,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
The Remains,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.