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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Television to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Skarface,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.