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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yaz,
Audionom,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
New York Dolls,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
ABBA,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.