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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed,
Wolf Eyes,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Drexciya,
Blancmange,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.