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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Country Joe & The Fish,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
MDC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Jacob Miller,
Minnie Riperton,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
Guru Guru,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Hoover,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Intrusion,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.