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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
ABBA,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.