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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Reagan Youth,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
UT,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Spoonie Gee,
Echospace,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Colin Newman,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.