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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Eve St. Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Cameo,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Mark Hollis,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.