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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Fluxion,
The American Breed,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Raincoats,
Das Ding,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.