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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Average White Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.