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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.