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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.