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 Chad and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Niagra,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Nas,
The Victims,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.