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 Malta and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Neu!,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.