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 St Lucia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Lower 48 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Glenn Branca,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Flipper,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yellowson,
Danielle Patucci,
La Düsseldorf,
Metal Thangz,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.