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 Cape Verde and from New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Interpol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Max Romeo,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Technova,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.