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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dead Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.