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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins 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 rock 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Mars,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flipper,
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
The J.B.'s,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
A Certain Ratio,
Inner City,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.