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 Latvia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Thee Headcoats to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Jandek,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
The Zeros,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.