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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Warren Ellis,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
World's Most,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.