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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
MDC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Unwound,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.