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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Human League,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Donny Hathaway,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Aswad,
Can,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.