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 Switzerland and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-101 to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
This Heat,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.