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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
The Leaves,
Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
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.