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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Cybotron to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers 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?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Bourne,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.