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 the UAE 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Slits,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultimate Spinach,
Audionom,
Second Layer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.