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 Turkey and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Connie Case,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Colin Newman,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Magma,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Trojans,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.