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 Croatia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Quantec,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.