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 Nigeria and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the grunge 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Khruangbin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Happenings,
ABC,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.