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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 snare 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.