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 Lesotho and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 funk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 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?
Interpol,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Q65,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.