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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
Suicide,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.