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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Matthew Bourne,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.