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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Victims to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.