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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Audionom,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Japan,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.