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 Comoros and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Bowie to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Audionom,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Pulsallama,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
John Foxx,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
PIL,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.