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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Moon,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Charles Mingus,
Hashim,
Echospace,
the Germs,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
L. Decosne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Subhumans,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.