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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Section 25,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wasted Youth,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Faraquet,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.