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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Gories,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Zapp,
FM Einheit,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
the Germs,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Avey Tare,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
KRS-One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.