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 Liberia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
The Fall,
The Sonics,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.