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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Rod Modell to the grime 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swell Maps,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.