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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blancmange,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.