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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Shoche,
Danielle Patucci,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.