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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
June Days,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
Fela Kuti,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxy Music,
Wasted Youth,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.