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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wake to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
Pulsallama,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Lakeside,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Amazonics,
Erasure,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.