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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Knickerbockers,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Al Stewart,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Black Pus,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.