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 Macedonia 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Adolescents,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
The Searchers,
Television,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.