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 Canada and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Joey Negro,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reagan Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.