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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Flipper,
Nico,
Ossler,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lindisfarne,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.