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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
X-102,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kas Product,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.