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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Grey Daturas,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
The Standells,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.