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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Kinks,
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.