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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Neu!,
MC5,
John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
UT,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Yaz,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Music Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
The Fall,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalann,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.