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 France and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Harmonia to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
The Zeros,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Germs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.