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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
10cc,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Outsiders,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.