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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The American Breed,
Boz Scaggs,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.