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 Georgia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Lower 48,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Colin Newman,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
Anakelly,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.