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 Belarus and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.