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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Godley & Creme to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Slits,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.