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 Portugal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Anakelly,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deakin,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.