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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the punk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
The Slits,
Basic Channel,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.