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 Maldives and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.