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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
Monks,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.