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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Sam Rivers,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.