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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
UT,
Siglo XX,
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
The Buckinghams,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.