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 Namibia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.