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 Bahrain 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Rapeman,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
John Cale,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Shoche,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.