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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the electroclash 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Audionom,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Sight & Sound,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.