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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Wake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Joyce Sims,
The Blues Magoos,
Nils Olav,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
The Invisible,
The Pop Group,
Bang On A Can,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.