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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
Hasil Adkins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Mars,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.