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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Music Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
DNA,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mandrill,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
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.