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 Botswana 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Television to the grunge 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sound,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Fear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.