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 Korea North and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.