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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dave Gahan,
Little Man,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Section 25,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.