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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.