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 Singapore and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saints to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Wolf Eyes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.