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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
New York Dolls,
ABC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Barbara Tucker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.