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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
F. McDonald,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.