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 Pakistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Christie,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.