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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
The Standells,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
The Martian,
Urselle,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.