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 Switzerland and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
Royal Trux,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Metal Thangz,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Niagra,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.