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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Rekid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
PIL,
The Litter,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.