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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.