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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Pere Ubu,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Chrome,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.