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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gories to the funk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mummies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Black Pus,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Magazine,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.