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 Palau and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Saccharine Trust,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
The Associates,
Stereo Dub,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
Swans,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.