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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Evens,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
The Standells,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.