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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Gladiators,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.