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 Congo and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 The Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Albert Ayler,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moss Icon,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Anakelly,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Grauzone,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Youth Brigade,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.