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 Sri Lanka and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wire,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Crime,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.