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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Crooked Eye,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Unrelated Segments,
Monks,
The Tremeloes,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.