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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Second Layer,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
The Martian,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Scratch Acid,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.