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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Flipper,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Newcleus,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.