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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doors,
Smog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
David McCallum,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
Bronski Beat,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Leaves,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.