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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
AZ,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Ultra Naté,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Joensuu 1685,
The Index,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.