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 Libya and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.