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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Remains,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
John Coltrane,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Moby Grape,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.