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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 New York Dolls to the dance 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
48th St. Collective,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Scion,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.