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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.