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 Palau 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
DNA,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
Unrelated Segments,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.