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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sound,
10cc,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.