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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Monochrome Set to the dance 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris & Cosey,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Offenders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
UT,
The Fall,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.