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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Gong,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Darondo,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Mars,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.