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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Names,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Anthony Braxton,
Excepter,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Sparks,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
X-102,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.