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 Tunisia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
In Retrospect,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
Newcleus,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Q65,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Oneida,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.