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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
ABC,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Lungfish,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.