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 India and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
L. Decosne,
Accadde A,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
The Offenders,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.