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 Mongolia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 guitar 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 Rekid 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
PIL,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Hoover,
the Slits,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
D'Angelo,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.