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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Monolake,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.