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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Harry Pussy,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delta 5,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.